Wet and Rainy Day...

These days I sense are precious,

to be lived, savoured, remembered.

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I was sad yesterday morning about all

our moving plans changing but then 

God's mercy began to work and

the grey of the day was

given a lightness, a strength to 

replan, to do things that needed doing.

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It was raining steadily yesterday; today does not look

much better; yet I went out with my red 

rain boots, red cart and red purse tucked inside 

our shoprite cooling bag so that at least the purse

would not be drenched; two coats, top one a rain coat

with a black hood, my black rain hat, my long black 

skirt over the red boots, black socks, pants too.

Black, red, rain, I went out to the post office,

the water was flooding the intersections already,

an older woman and young girl were walking ahead of me,

one with purple umbrella, the other with purple 

coat, they matched, purple and black...

I made it to the post office with a light heart;

gave two boxed up printer cartridges to be returned

and the lovie blanket to be mailed to my dear friend.

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I got paint chips, more of them, after walking through

gallons of rain water,

the wind at one time was too strong even for my 

strong black umbrella...

I called Mr. Husband and he met me later on his way home

at the local Panera Bread and we ended up talking

to a lonely elderly man there all about 

real estate; he used to be in the buisness.

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Mr. Husband does not have rain boots and

had not realized how bad the rain was;

I felt as I often do, warmed inside by his 

very presence and watching him in his black coat 

(we match that way, we're twins often)

and shoes and a deep red umbrella that barely stayed up

to keep the rain off his knit black hat...

He tried to avoid the huge rivers that were now the 

street intersections while I walked right through them

with my tall plasic red rain boots, red cart 

and drenched skirt on top of the boots.

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It was one of those days that Madeline L'Engle writes about in

her book the young unicorns, 

that grey November rain.

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But there is something wonderful about taking off one's red boots,

a soaping wet long skirt, praising God that other than that

I was dry and warm and 

Mr. Husband and I doing a load of laundry right then and there

for all the wet stuff, 

including the towel that was used to

try to dry off poor Mr. Husband's shoes that

were totally drenched through.

Mr. Husband's shoes.

Black Skirt and socks drying after the wash.

Bright Week was so beautiful;

now the roses petals are falling off the bright rose

bouquet we had, our moving plans 

are up in the air and it is raining again.

But it is good too.

I am reading a book that I am finding calming, quiet,

relaxing. Seriously the perfect book for right now,

Adian's Song.

It's so many things ~ thoughtful, beautiful, 

prayerful, often funny; it is giving me a sense 

of a life lived in praise of God 

and I just want to read it all in one sitting...

But instead I will go on with things, quiet, and

try to remember God as I do more to prepare for our move.

purging things, preparing linens and the like for my parent's coming...

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We will know more on Monday when we will close;

there is a chance that the close date will be moved earlier

than the new crazy later date, 

that would upset all our plans.... but we won't know

till Monday and today is Thursday and

it is today that I must try to be thankful

and be with God.